Friday, December 10, 2010

Because of Love

   A brother and sister had made their usual hurried, obligatory pre-Christmas visit to the little farm where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of horses. The farm was where they had grown up and had been named  Lone Pine Farm because of the huge pine, which topped the hill behind the farm. Through the years the tree had become a talisman to the old man and his wife, and a landmark in the countryside. The young siblings had fond memories of their childhood here, but the city hustle and bustle added more excitement to their lives, and called them away to a different life.         

The old folks no longer showed their horses, for the years had taken their toll, and getting out to the barn on those frosty mornings was getting harder, but it gave them a reason to get up in  the mornings and a reason to live. They sold a few foals each year, and the horses were their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day's end.

Angry, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks "Why do you not at least dispose  of 'The Old One'. She is no longer of use to you. It's been years since you've had foals from her. You should cut corners and save so you can have more for yourselves.  How can this old worn out horse bring you anything but expense and work? Why do you keep her anyway?"  

  The old man looked down at his worn boots, holes in the toes, scuffed at the barn floor and replied, " Yes, I  could use a pair of new boots".

His arm slid defensively about the Old One's neck as he drew her near with gentle caressing he rubbed her softly behind her ears. He replied softly, "We keep her because of love. Nothing else, just love."

  Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness  stole through the valley.   

The old couple shook their heads in sorrow that it had not been a happy visit. A tear fell upon their cheeks. How is it that these young folks do not  understand the peace of the love that filled their hearts?

  So it was, that because of the unhappy leave-taking, no one noticed the insulation smoldering on the frayed wires in the old barn. None saw the first spark fall. None but the "Old One".

  In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry flames were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and despair, the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn to save their beloved horses. But the flames were roaring now, and the blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire's fury. His wife back from calling for help cradled him in her arms, clinging to each other,  they wept at their loss.
  By the time the fire department arrived, only  smoking, glowing ruins were left, and the old man and his  wife, exhausted from their grief, huddled together before the barn. They were speechless as they rose from the cold snow covered ground. They nodded thanks to the firemen  as there was nothing anyone could do now. The old man turned to his wife, resting her white head upon his  shoulders as his shaking old hands clumsily dried her tears  with a frayed red bandana. Brokenly he whispered, "We have  lost much, but God has spared our home on this eve of  Christmas. Let us gather strength and climb the hill to the  old pine where we have sought comfort in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to God that it has been spared and pray for our beloved most precious gifts that have been taken from us.

  And so, he took her by the hand and slowly helped her up the snowy hill as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his old and withered hand.

  The journey up the hill was hard  for their old  bodies in the steep snow. As they stepped over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they paused to rest, looking up to the top of the hill the old couple gasped and fell to their knees in  amazement at the incredible beauty before them.

  Seemingly, every glorious,  brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in the glittering,  snow-frosted  branches of their beloved pine, and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on its top most  bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened like spun glass. Never had  a mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this. They were breathless as the old man held his wife tighter in his arms.

  Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy. Amazed and mystified, he took his wife by the hand and pulled her forward. There, beneath the tree, in resplendent glory, a mist hovering over and glowing in the darkness was their Christmas gift. Shadows glistening in the night light.

  Bedded down about the "Old one" close to the trunk of the tree, was the entire herd, safe.

  At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the horses through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping cautiously through the snow. The foals were  frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The mares that were in foal with a new  years crop of babies, pressed uneasily against the "Old One" as she  moved calmly up the hill and to safety beneath the pine. And now she lay among them and gazed at the faces of the old man and his wife.

  Those she loved she had not disappointed. Her body was brittle with years, tired from the climb, but the golden eyes were filled with devotion as she offered her gift--      
  Because of love. Only Because of love.

  Tears flowed as the old couple shouted their praise  and joy... And again the peace of love filled their hearts.   

This is a true story.

 Willy Eagle

  This is an Inspirational message sent to a small  group of people. My hope is that it will make your day just  a little bit better.   
A small  request !

Cancer is a strange cell. Going along  for years in remission and then one day it pops it's head up again. Pray for the day there will be a permanent  cure.

A small request....Please say this prayer. 
Dear God, 
I  pray for the cure of cancer and peace for the families ravaged by it. 
In Jesus name, Amen

Why not keep this going in memory of anyone you know who has been struck down by cancer or is still living with it.   
I for one know what it does to a family- I had it take my mom and a brother from me. When I was a child I lost an Uncle to it.  It is a long, drawn out painful event. Nothing I would wish for anyone.

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